One of the coon club members called me this mornin' and asked me if I could meet him at the club house. "I got somethin' to show ya' you ain't gonna believe!"
Billy was there when I showed up. He was sittin' at a table with an animal skull on it. "Jim, you know what that is?" I told him it looked like a dog skull or something. "That's a 'coon skull." I told him "Billy, ain't no way. That's as big as a big dog."
He said "I took Penny out for a run yesterday at Curtis' place. I found this by the creek under the power line. Jim, I been huntin' coons for 60 years. I've skinned and cleaned enough to fill up a dump truck. That's a coon skull!"
I told Billy I had seen the game warden's truck at the courthouse on my way by. "Let me take it to Mark and show it to him. He'll know for sure." He agreed on the promise I return it.
I found Mark, the game warden, at the courthouse and showed it to him. "Where'd you get this?" I told him. "Hold up a minute." He pulled a big book down off the shelf and started lookin' through it. He looked at the skull, back at the book, back at the skull, back at the book.
"That's a raccoon skull." He got a ruler out of his desk and measured it. "According to this, that coon shoulda' weighed somewhere between 75 and 100 pounds. Can I have this?" I told him it belonged to Billy and I had to give it back. "You mind if I take some pictures?"
I brought it home and took a coupla' shots with a ruler directly above it. That eliminates the depth skew.
It's over 8 inches long.
And almost 6 inches wide.
Mark (the game warden) said he was going to contact some people in Richmond about this. He thinks this might be a rogue or mutated coon.
I might start carryin' my ol' three screw 357.
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